Lily probably knew what was going on outside.

Yes, I know.

Before, I was just a person after all. And how much can a person devote to watching over the world? But when you have a godhead, it's different......

It's just that she's not ready to go out yet. Others may not be able to see what her brother is busy with, but she can. For the younger brother, home has another meaning. Just like the manor of his childhood, like the later Northterland, just like the world now, is another source of his strength. If you look closely, you will find that the magic network that you have become accustomed to, as well as the highly valued godhead, are all products of the younger brother's process of building a home. It's an instinct that no one can change, and no one can do it better than him. Therefore, she is happy to see her brother reach out to the world.

Even if you want to fight, it shouldn't be now.

As my brother often said, "I'm a wizard after all." "Yes, I am a wizard after all, and magic is the eternal pursuit. Therefore, after attaining the Godhead, even though the prayers in his ears became clearer and louder, he did not think of establishing an immediate connection with the believers. The believers are there, so what difference does it make if they are one day earlier or one day later?

The magic is different......

Godhead brings a fresh perspective and allows himself to see more. Because I saw more, the familiar magic sea suddenly became unfamiliar. As it became unfamiliar, the unpredictability of the past began to fade.

Sitting in the sea of magic, watching the changes in the sea stupidly. And the other self in his mind is looking at the sea, and she is looking at the sea......

It's a strange perspective, a strange feeling.

As a wizard, I don't dare to see myself as an experiment, but this feeling of watching myself lying on the desk is really uncomfortable. Maybe someone will like this feeling, his younger brother - Bran.

I used to think that he was in a crippled state, and I felt sorry for it. However, as my horizons have broadened, so have my views. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is incomplete or not, what matters is the path in exchange. The younger brother was lucky, at least in exchange for a smooth road. My luck is also good, and I have learned a lot from it.

Even now, it still is. Something is bound to happen to his brother, just as the Godhead will be tempered by magic when it falls into his hands. It's a pity that the results of the refinement can no longer be used as a reference sample, because the younger brother is no longer the same as himself. Although they still call themselves wizards, their younger brother is a mass of magic, a tributary parasitic in the sea.

But what about yourself?

Therefore, there are some things that cannot be answered from my brother, and I need to find out the results by myself as I am now.

- A number of tributaries were attracted by the blade, and after spinning on it, they washed over the godhead, and there were scattered splinters of light and injected into the body with the magic power.

If it's a younger brother, then there's no need to be so troublesome, he just needs to swallow the godhead into his belly. It's just that most of the debris that can't withstand the impact and scatters will also be deposited.

It is not difficult to imagine that some things will be missing when they come to him, just because he is crippled. But unlike that, the crumbs didn't come out of the deposit, but merged with the flesh.

Yes, I still have blood and flesh......

My younger brother once said that divinity, but the divinity at that time came from the blessing of the general trend of the world, and was fed back on the shadowless and invisible spirit. Nowadays, there is a part of divinity that is really integrated into the flesh and blood, so there is no need for blessings, and gestures are the general trend in this world.

My brother once said that the authority of the world is scattered among all living beings. He was right, but he ignored that the flesh and blood he had lost was the most primitive carrier, not only enveloping the soul but also carrying authority. And this most primitive carrier is perhaps also the best.

That's right, the best.

When I realized this, a certain realization arose - brother, he can't beat me......

Although the younger brother has long been able to echo and even evoke the hidden general trend, it will eventually require some means. No matter how ingenious those methods are, they are not as direct as themselves.

As a member of the Northland wizards, he actually doesn't care much about this flesh and blood, especially after seeing what his brother has done. Fluke, really fluke.

My younger brother once said that he is the darling of heaven and earth. Perhaps, it really is. Many tributaries surged silently around him, and the godhead radiated a bright light. They repeatedly infiltrated the body in collision and friction with each other, giving it true immortality.

Yes, immortal. This is not a conjecture from the heart, but the murmur of a tributary beside him, as if admiring the birth of the most perfect thing in the world. With a low murmur, more and more streams of light converged. You no longer need to chase it yourself, and you no longer need a long knife in your hand to attract it.

Gradually, a new murmur sounded in my ears, noisy and noisy over and over again for one thing—the contract. It was a contract with no strings attached, just to be able to bring it with me.

My brother once said that magic would find a way out. Now it seems that this is the case, and the magic will indeed find a way out for themselves......

Lily yelled at the sea of magic, "I am the light of the world!"

"Yes, you are the light of the world. ”

Countless tributaries responded in an uproar, and countless tributaries quietly disappeared.

Lily doesn't care about this, there are gains and losses in this world, the key is whether you can clarify your path between gains and losses, and have a smooth path......